<p>In the spring of 2004, David Lascelles invited a group of monks from Bhutan to build a stupa in the gardens of Harewood House in Yorkshire. It was a step into the unknown for the Bhutanese. They didn¿t speak any English, had never travelled outside their own culture, had never flown in an airplane or seen the ocean.</p><p>Theirs was one kind of journey, but the project was also another kind of voyage for David. It was an attempt to reconcile a deep interest in Buddhism with the 250 years that his family has lived at Harewood, the country house and estate ¿ with its links to one of the darkest chapters in Britain¿s colonial past ¿ that he has loved, rejected, tried to make sense of and been haunted by all his life.</p><p>In Buddhist thought, one of the functions of a stupa is to harmonise the environment in which it is built and subdue the chaotic forces at work there. Would this stupa have a similar effect, quelling the forces of Harewood¿s past and harmonising the contradictions of